Being a nurse, diarrhea – here on out
referred to as THE WORD - inflicts a certain fear. Think of what
nurse do. There is not a nurse on this planet that doesn't mind so
much when a patient pukes but say THE WORD and a really great day
turns into bad one. And there really isn't a traveler that enters
Mexico who isn't aware of THE WORD. Compound all the fear and worry
with someone who has a intestinal disease and well you just have to
worry about how many times it will come up in conversation if you are
traveling with that person. I am THAT person.

So when my writer/nurse and my
hilarious funny nurse agreed to travel with me to Cabo I was a little
surprised. I didn't think they knew what they were getting into. But
I was pleasantly surprised. I must admit that the
subject of bowels came up sometimes but not as much as I thought
during our trip because the writer/nurse and hilarious funny nurse
are nurses. Nurses are trained to know what a patient needs before
the patient asks for it and it is this training of my most excellent
nurse friends that avoided many conversations of THE WORD of doom.*

Now I'm not saying that
THE WORD was not hanging there in the wind....waiting for it to
present itself....CONSTANTLY.... but we were able to avoid actually
experiencing THE WORD. Every meal was a fear for me but my traveling
companions and most gracious hosts were there to guide me in food
choices and make sure that I drank lots of beer and only bottled
water. (DISCLAIMER: this blog owner does not take responsibility
for amount of beer drank or any resulting facebook posts which may or
may not have occurred on this trip. She will witness to the fact that
the guest blogger was very very brave and did try the sashimi tuna
but passed on the ceviche, which was delicious.)

And after all that worrying and fear
the trip to Cabo was fantastic!!!! The three of us have a crazy
streak and we played off each other's craziness through the entire
time together down to the tram trip at the Denver airport when it was
suggested that writer/nurse could use the standing pole to practice
some moves prior to the reunion with her husband. Nothing says sexy
more than a pole and stripping down to that money belt.**

I would like to thank my friends and
fellow nurses, my great traveling companions for one wild ride!!! You
provided me with some lovely memories.

*'doom' when used in all lower case
letters as an expletive or manner of voicing displeasure is a
trademark of Jenny Tucker, non-nurse but Professional Person Of
Science.

** (DISCLAIMER:
The blog owner was not the one wearing a money belt. No pole dancing
actually occurred on the Happy Tram. There may have been some singing
of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody while in the back seat of the truck but
seriously, when you have three people in a back seat, how can this
not happen.)

When not guest blogging, Melanie
Somerick aka 'CrapMonkey' aka Birthday Girl provides excellent anesthesia care at a Top 10 hospital here on
the Coast of Illinois. She is also an advocate for stray rescue and
spends a huge amount of her free time taking photographs which are
used to promote adoption of stray and abandoned pets.

She should never be allowed
unsupervised access to antibacterial wipes or sunscreen.

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